Su Yiwan looked confused, and she said in disbelief: "Have you been here?"

"Cough." Yan Lancang coughed, unwilling to mention this matter.

But Su Yiwan suddenly looked at him, her pupils continued to magnify, and she said in disbelief: "You are not the boy who peeked at me at that time, right?"

She retreated from his arms, her face turned red as soon as she finished speaking.

Yan Lancang put the rag aside, put his hands on his waist, looked at her seriously and said, "I went upstairs to look for the toilet at that time, and the servant told me to turn left upstairs, but I turned the wrong direction."

"Then you are also peeping." Su Yiwan said with a red face.

When she was young, when a little boy broke in when she was taking a shower, she was so scared that she got up and slapped him and lost his balance. She thrust her into the bathtub with a "thump", pressing her into the bathtub and almost drowned.

"Yan Lancang, you actually..." She became more and more panicked as she spoke, and turned around and left.

After walking for less than two steps, the man hugged her waist tightly. The man hugged her in his arms. Yan Lancang said hoarsely: "Madam Yan, don't be angry. If you are really angry, then I'll let you see it back?"

"Who wants to see you?" Su Yiwan said angrily.

Unexpectedly, Yan Lancang and her knew each other when they were young, but she never knew that it would be him who was peeping at her for a bath and throwing her into the bathtub.

No wonder she always felt that he was very familiar after returning to China.

It turned out that besides stripping her naked abroad, he also did that kind of thing when he was a child.

The more I thought about it, the more angry she became. She said in anger: "Have you been thinking about me for a long time?"

"Yeah." Yan Lancang replied in a low voice.

Su Yiwan looked at him and admitted, and she suddenly laughed out loud. Seeing this, the man held her little hand, held it tightly and rubbed it, and whispered: "How do you feel?"

Her thoughts were pulled back. Seeing that the entire Suzhou house returned to its former appearance, she subconsciously walked upstairs and pushed open the door.

A familiar smell came to her nose, but the faint fragrance brought back her childhood memories.

"It's the taste that my mother likes." Su Yiwan said in disbelief.

She staggered in. The bedroom was almost exactly the same as in previous years. Her eyes fell on the table and an old photo was presented in front of her.

"My mother?" Su Yiwan picked up the photo frame in disbelief.

Although the photo above was drawn by hand, it almost vividly depicted the person, and her expression was almost vivid, and her lips moved.

Tears rolled down from her eyes, and she held her breath and said hoarsely: "How could you..."

"The room was arranged by Aunt Gu." Yan Lancang whispered.

Su Yiwan was a little surprised and heard Yan Lancang whisper: "Although she is like a child now, she seems to be deeply engraved with your mother's affairs, and it is not difficult to arrange them."

"As for the painting, I can only describe it according to the way I saw her..." Yan Lancang whispered.

Before he could finish his words, Su Yiwan suddenly stood on tiptoe, blocked his thin lips with his little mouth, put his hand on his shoulder, and pressed the man's tall body against the door panel.

"Hmm." The man was kissed by her, and the overwhelming kiss came passionately.

Su Yiwan's enthusiasm burned the man like a fire. Her hands were swimming restlessly, pressing against the man's chest, rubbing it gently, and the man's thin lips went down.
Chapter completed!